Luyện nghe bài hát One Of Ours

(featuring Jadakiss)

You know, situation this
Sometimes you know you gotta back to the community
Gotta show these how to wipe them thangs off y'know?
'em a little somethin

Pick you up, off your feet like a forklift, but instead the four-fifth
Ragu red, your brain leakin sauces
an, autopsy leavin 'em nauseous, when I aim at your bosses
Put a pep in that bop that you walk
When my tec spittin at
I could be a victim, but the streets I endorsed it
Spittin that real, y'all just cough it
Like fluids in my lungs, motherfucker I'm sick
You turn them hoes off, I put 'em on so they on
You talk game school, mines metamorphic
Dem fools killin nuttin in the club, they all bent
My intent is to sober that ass up, 'em all drenched
See a few cups of liquor can offset
Got a little paper, I ain't stressin, all press
Ain't sellin records, they come at me for press
When they realize it's real them dudes out coppin vests
learn how to

[Chorus: 2X]
Wipe, them guns off, get that money
Wipe, a nigga smile, off nuttin funny
Show, you motherfuckers, how hungry you
get, when your feet are (kid a nigga hungry / yeah, he one of ours) *

* changes repeat

P gunna, shots stay a up
out them at light speed, make it a hot summer
in New York, New - a.k.a. Ground Zero
The Big Apple, with the in the middle (eww)
The White Castle, the State
The home of Time Magazine new face
Metropolis of the world, I'll show you where I come
by how the cash stack, and how I make a gun
But look past that, and how a killer be
Imagine the concert, they on they seats
mad gettin stained, she damn near about to faint
She never saw a dirty nigga like, P
mad diamonds in his chain, she tryin hard not to blink
Don't wanna miss a thing, the song that we
Mad diamonds in his chain, she tryin hard not to
Don't wanna a thing, the song that we sing
BANG!

My niggaz they can't us
Ev'rysince we got our hands on the AR's, the S, and the choppers
All of them is filled to the top the vest poppers
We can get it on with Best Coppers
Soon as the lead pop you, don't make it
to the funeral or can catch you on Ted Koppel
I'm a thumper, you just a gay nigga
with a rainbow sticker on your bumper
They say is short, death is longer
makes it even harder to express my hunger
And I don't wanna y'all, I'm a zone of my own
Sorta like Tom Hanks talkin to that
A "Cast Away," blast away
Fuck if you tomorrow, get cash today
And even though it's hard, is on they job
the Ryders and the Mobb, before my niggaz starve we'll